So last time I decided to make this a story; here we are. I will do random insides of their life, not necessarily in order, jumping between past and present. So if you want to read something special, scream loudly :)

I still do requests: still only one condition; just Jane/Maura pairing (not even a threesome)

I own nothing but my misspellings and my twisted brain.

Scooting further up, I rubbed against her. I captured her lower lip between my teeth softly. "Mhhh easy there tiger!"

I smiled at her. "I am not going to deny that I can't get enough of you, but we have all the time in the world."

We spent another one and half an hour in bed cuddling before we decide to went for a shower. I watched her covering up her genitals as she stood. Slowly laying my hand on top of hers I smiled.

"Not necessary to hide anything," I pulled both our hands away and my right one went for her butt, pressing us closer together. "Nothing I have not seen already."

"Yes, but lying down everything looks different."

I jumped her, legs and arms wrapping around Jane. "Different maybe, but not less sexy," I whispered against her lips. "Now, to the shower please." Faking a snobby voice, like some fine lady from an old movie, asking her driver to move.

Everything was plain easy between us, right from the start. Despite the fact, that we were young and rather naïve, innocent… We had spent our first time, for both of us, together and we didn't care about anything but us.

I am standing in our bedroom, grinning like the greatest fool walking the face of earth. We did it, we really did it. The small plastic stick pressing against my chest…

My life had been a pure bliss from the day on that I had met Jane. We may have been the typically couple, tainted with every cliché. Not long after consuming our relationship to the fullest we moved into a nice apartment near the campus.

I suddenly couldn't sleep anymore at night without her being near and it wasn't really fair to Judy. We may have had separated bedrooms but the walls were thin as paper and being hungry for each other, sharing a bed and not being able to do anything about it was rather difficult. We could have, sure; and it wasn't that we were ashamed to be in love but neither of us would have liked it very much to listen to someone having sex next to us.

We made it three nights and four days without walking the whole distance, a lot of kissing and soft petting but the night from Wednesday to Thursday it was just too much… We tried to be as silent as possible and touching myself I was never vocal, but having Jane loving me was a different number. One look in Judy's eyes the next morning told me we failed miserably…

Well that was nearly five years ago. After finishing my year of forensic pathology I started my employment as a medical examiner in Boston and Jane went to police academy, starting as a beat cop. She is working for DCU and made Detective last year, actually she is waiting on a promotion to Homicide, which would be terrific, because we would be working together more closely. Two years ago I moved up to the highest position possible for me; Chief Medical Examiner for the State of Massachusetts.

We moved out of our apartment last summer into a beautiful house in Beacon Hill and now we are going to top everything with a cherry. A baby… I took five tests this morning and I constantly could squeal at the top of my lungs, because they all were positive.

The doctors weren't very much optimistic for Jane to impregnate me on her own. She is healthy but her sperm is a little too slow. At first we didn't know if it was even fertile. I had stopped taking contraceptive pills nearly two years ago, around the time I got promoted but I didn't get pregnant.

I wanted to just continue trying to conceive but Jane insisted to have her sperm tested. The results on her fertility were high but nonetheless the doctors said that it was difficult for them to reach their goal. Jane was devastated… for me. She never saw herself as manly, despite her physically condition, she never saw herself as a failure, it took me just some time to see that. At first I thought her pride had taken some damage but I should have known better, she always cares about me first.

One night I found her researching ways how we could make it work and that's when I understood and when I made her understand that if we would have children one day I wanted to have it naturally. I was yet not desperate to have children… Yes, I want a baby with Jane but if it doesn't happen, it just doesn't. I am happy with my life!

We did not much to put even more pressure on us. Taking temperature or keeping records of my ovulations would put pressure on us, at least subliminally. Being still crazy for each other like in our first week and making love at least once a day it is also not really necessary. There is just one thing we did to help a little.

One night we researched positions, most helpfully to get pregnant. We tried all of them; some of them were a nice change, some of them rather uncomfortable and Jane disliked the 'doggy style' that much, she stopped barely into it and said she felt like dishonouring me. Both our favourite position is 'the hot seat' but it's not very optimal for conceiving because it works against gravitation but we found two we enjoy rather much, apart from the missionary position, we like because of the closeness to each other.

One we have done before, we just added some cushions to lift my hips. I don't remember how it's called but that's rather minor. I, face down and Jane on my back. She may not penetrate me very deeply but we prefer contact over action. The second one lacks exactly that, body contact. Jane on all fours over me, wrapping my legs around her lower back I have to do most of work, pulling myself up to her.

The other tips we found were never an issue, like being wet and having orgasms to help moving her sperm. The one position getting me pregnant was spooning.

Jane came home that night rather unexpected. Working for Drug Unit often requests being undercover and we had seen each other just briefly during the last five days. We both sleep in the nude, enjoying each other too much to put any fabric between us. I remembered having looked at the alarm at 2:13 a.m. last time, feeling her scooting closer to me it was 3:02 a.m., so I barely had slept.

"Hey," I whisper, searching for her hand under the covers, pulling it over on my tummy.

"Sorry, I didn't want to wake you."

"Don't be. I missed you," I breathe back, turning my head to kiss her.

"I miss you too. I have to be back at nine. Meeting and then I have to go undercover again." She kisses my shoulder. "I am sorry, Maura. I wish they would hurry up that damn promotion because I am tired of leaving you for days or worse, weeks."

"I hate that too but we knew what DCU meant and we will make it through it, like always. I love you Jane and nothing can change that."

I feel her lips on my neck. "You are too good to be true, princess. Go back to sleep, I don't want to be responsible for the Chief ME making mistakes because I kept her up all night."

"Now you are concern about keeping me up all night?" I tease, moving my bottom against her. "I suggest you hurry up then." I whisper next to her ear in a mix of seduction and playfulness, moving her hand between my legs, showing her how much I missed not only my spouse and friend but also my lover.

We never make love in a hurry. Once, we tried what is called a quickie, it only left us hungrier than before. Prima facie it may sound boring but it is far from that. We christened every room a few times in the first week of living in our new house and we still do that now and then, we vary in positions, we just like it slow and intense.

Jane is an exceptional attentive and tender lover, not that I have anything to compare, but I often got told that I could be happy being with a woman instead of some hormone-driven man. Not many know about Jane being somehow both… however I never had anything to complain about.

She stops me from turning around and so my own caresses are limited to her arm, hip and thigh, but everything I can reach, I touch and stroke.

At the beginning of our relationship Jane was often embarrassed that her body showed her arousal that obviously but I love her, with or without her addition and I only feel complimented that I can pull that reaction from her in an instant. My own arousal may not be that visible for others but it's nonetheless there. And Jane knows very well how much she turns me on.

Tonight, like every time when we are separated, I am quickly beyond aroused. I refuse to touch myself being alone and she has me shaking violently in her arms barely five minutes after crawling in bed with me. Calming down slowly I have to smile at her attempt to be selfless again, softly caressing my lower back, knowing very well that it makes me sleepy.

I sneak my hand between us, gracing the back of my fingernails along her shaft. She growls into my neck while I guide her inside me.

She had stayed inside me while we kissed and cuddled and slowly swayed into a mutual climax hours later, that was the last time we had slept with each other and I hadn't even contact to her after that morning nineteen days ago. She never could tell me much and I didn't ask. I didn't want to put her into that position. It is her job and it needs to be done.

I never once in my life was late, not even after I stopped taking the pill and after the second day I started to count. It could have been possible. I found myself in a drugstore buying a pregnancy test in the afternoon. I did that every day after work, walking into the drugstore, buying another stick, a different test though. This morning, coming into the bathroom I couldn't wait any longer. I took them all together, so many different tests couldn't all be wrong.

I wish Jane was here. My face is already hurting… we really did it. I want to walk into the doctor's office and tell this rude and unkind woman how wrong she was, telling Jane plainly, without any sign of empathy, that she was unable to procreate. I stand in front of the mirror and can't help myself touching my belly. I have to get myself under control or everyone is going to know before I can tell Jane anything. First thing at work is taking a blood test to be absolutely sure because already feeling pregnant is rather stupid… though I feel this way.

Unlocking the door to my office from the autopsy room coming, flicking on the light my sight falls onto a bouquet of red roses on my table, next it falls onto the grinning face of my beloved Italian. I had drawn my blood before even properly arrive and I had spent the whole drive to work thinking about something nice for how to tell Jane. I didn't expect her to be sitting in my office.

Overwhelmed; her sudden arrival, the positive pregnancy tests, the beautiful flowers… I stand there rooted to the spot.

"You remember me, do you?" she asks me grinning and before I can think of any reply, my body moves on its own accord. I jump her, wrapping my arms and legs around Jane and kiss her until she starts to falter.

"Yes I think so. You are the one tending to creep into my bed at night, aren't you?" I ask back playfully and feel her smile against my lips.

"Hang on Maura," she whispers, fumbling somewhere inside her blazer. "I did want to take you out tonight and tell you while having a nice dinner, but… I got my promotion. This was my last day for DCU." I cut her off with a fierce kiss. "I have a two-weeks-break before I move upstairs."

"That's fine with me, because I don't think I want to share you tonight."

"I am going to buy a nice bottle of champagne and some strawberries and we can celebrate at home."

"That sounds nice," I lean closer to her, my lips touching Jane's ear. "Though, perhaps alcohol is not the best choice of drink for a baby."

I feel her going stiff, hear her swallowing hard. "You're sure of that?" her voice high pitched, hoarse and barely a whisper.

I bring my right hand with the sheet of paper around her head. "I am!"

Jane goes through every state of feelings in a quick rush; happiness, excitement, worry, concern. I want to leave with her but I can't. I promise her to hurry up with my paperwork and come home as soon as possible and I do.

I am done around lunch and the drive home is one of the little occasions where I can understand Jane's need to violate the speed limit. I want to be home, now. I want to kiss her and cuddle her and I want to make love for hours and I want to fall asleep in her arms and also wake in exact the same place.

Hurrying up to the front door Jo greets me excitedly, bending down I don't see Jane waiting for me just in the corner and shriek as she picks me up bridal style, carrying me upstairs. Passing through our bedroom I get a glimpse of a blanket, set up between our bed and the fireplace, but we end up in the bathroom.

Its set in the dark, only candles lit around the tub, a soft smell of roses and vanilla coming from the hot water. She puts me down, cupping my face, leaning in to kiss me. God, how I missed this…

Of course there are moments I find my self in my office, thinking about all the things we could have done the night before, if she was home, and also there are nights I wake up from a wet dream but mostly I miss this moments just turning around and touch her, scooting back feeling her, quickly looking around before kissing her in the hallways of BPD, coming across her, occasionally. Snuggling closer to her underneath the blanket watching a movie and eating pizza right out of the box, falling asleep with my head in her lap while she plays with one of my strands. All those little things that makes it believable, true, real!

I never saw my life going this way before I met Jane, but here we are; lips locked, fingers slowly fumbling with each others buttons, very ready to plunge into another chapter of our lives. I never believed in things like fate or predestination but getting pregnant now, when our lives becoming even more solid than before, seems more than coincidentally.

I can't help the single tear sliding down my cheek as Jane sinks down on her knees, placing one of the softest kisses on my naked belly. I wrap my arms around her head, pressing her face to my skin, we just stay in this tender moment for a while before I slowly move back, stepping into the water.

Discarding her slacks and boxer briefs I reach out for her hand, guiding her into the tub. Normally we would sit back to front, sometime it is me sitting behind her, mostly vice versa, but tonight I want to face her. This was the longest time we ever spent apart and hopefully it was the last time, at least under the circumstances of not knowing where the other one is.

We spend half an hour just in each others arms, relaxing, kissing, before we move over to the shower, cleaning the day from each others body. Wrapping us in towels she picks me up again, carrying me over where I learn the blanket isn't just that. She put up a picnic in the middle of our bedroom. Fruits and chocolate, apple juice mixed with sparkling water, looking like champagne. I love the way she always cares for me and I could literally burst with pride anytime I realise that she is mine and mine only.

Standing up to get rid of my towel, Jane stops me, getting up on her knees, slowly loosing it herself. Letting it drop to the floor her palms come to rest on my bottom cheeks, softly kissing my belly again, scooting further down, I grab into her hair. However much I love Jane pleasuring me with her mouth I gently pull her head away, making her sitting down again, following onto her lap.

Wrapping my arms around her neck. "I need to feel you close to me," I whisper against her ear. Making some space to remove her towel too, a violent shiver runs through me at the skin on skin contact.